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"
Who
can
this
be
?
"
cried
Elinor
.
"
So
early
too
!
I
thought
we
HAD
been
safe
.
"
Marianne
moved
to
the
window
—
"
It
is
Colonel
Brandon
!
"
said
she
,
with
vexation
.
"
We
are
never
safe
from
HIM
.
"
"
He
will
not
come
in
,
as
Mrs
.
Jennings
is
from
home
.
"
"
I
will
not
trust
to
THAT
,
"
retreating
to
her
own
room
.
"
A
man
who
has
nothing
to
do
with
his
own
time
has
no
conscience
in
his
intrusion
on
that
of
others
.
"
The
event
proved
her
conjecture
right
,
though
it
was
founded
on
injustice
and
error
;
for
Colonel
Brandon
DID
come
in
;
and
Elinor
,
who
was
convinced
that
solicitude
for
Marianne
brought
him
thither
,
and
who
saw
THAT
solicitude
in
his
disturbed
and
melancholy
look
,
and
in
his
anxious
though
brief
inquiry
after
her
,
could
not
forgive
her
sister
for
esteeming
him
so
lightly
.
"
I
met
Mrs
.
Jennings
in
Bond
Street
,
"
said
he
,
after
the
first
salutation
,
"
and
she
encouraged
me
to
come
on
;
and
I
was
the
more
easily
encouraged
,
because
I
thought
it
probable
that
I
might
find
you
alone
,
which
I
was
very
desirous
of
doing
.
My
object
—
my
wish
—
my
sole
wish
in
desiring
it
—
I
hope
,
I
believe
it
is
—
is
to
be
a
means
of
giving
comfort
;
—
no
,
I
must
not
say
comfort
—
not
present
comfort
—
but
conviction
,
lasting
conviction
to
your
sister
’
s
mind
.
My
regard
for
her
,
for
yourself
,
for
your
mother
—
will
you
allow
me
to
prove
it
,
by
relating
some
circumstances
which
nothing
but
a
VERY
sincere
regard
—
nothing
but
an
earnest
desire
of
being
useful
—
I
think
I
am
justified
—
though
where
so
many
hours
have
been
spent
in
convincing
myself
that
I
am
right
,
is
there
not
some
reason
to
fear
I
may
be
wrong
?
"
He
stopped
.
"
I
understand
you
,
"
said
Elinor
.
"
You
have
something
to
tell
me
of
Mr
.
Willoughby
,
that
will
open
his
character
farther
.
Your
telling
it
will
be
the
greatest
act
of
friendship
that
can
be
shewn
Marianne
.
MY
gratitude
will
be
insured
immediately
by
any
information
tending
to
that
end
,
and
HERS
must
be
gained
by
it
in
time
.
Pray
,
pray
let
me
hear
it
.
"
"
You
shall
;
and
,
to
be
brief
,
when
I
quitted
Barton
last
October
,
—
but
this
will
give
you
no
idea
—
I
must
go
farther
back
.
You
will
find
me
a
very
awkward
narrator
,
Miss
Dashwood
;
I
hardly
know
where
to
begin
.
A
short
account
of
myself
,
I
believe
,
will
be
necessary
,
and
it
SHALL
be
a
short
one
.
On
such
a
subject
,
"
sighing
heavily
,
"
can
I
have
little
temptation
to
be
diffuse
.
"
